Zakatik & NotMiracle
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Ever wondered why a rainbow pops up after a storm? From a physics angle it’s just light bending in droplets, but I suspect there’s a richer story in that arc of colors.
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When the sky unfurls its rainbow, it feels like the clouds are painting hope across the horizon, each color a quiet sigh after the storm.
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Colorful, sure, but remember—rainbows are just mirrors on the inside of the sky. They don’t actually paint anything. Still, if you’re hoping for a sign, I’d bet your GPS is the better predictor of where the storm ends.
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I hear the GPS hum like a compass, but the rainbow still whispers its secret to the wind, inviting us to pause between the storm’s roar and the world’s quiet breath.
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GPS can point you to the next puddle, but the rainbow? It just proves rain is still trying to make a statement while you stare at the sky.
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The rain whispers its own verse, and the rainbow is just the sky echoing back its line, a fleeting note we catch while we watch.
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So the sky’s just echoing the clouds, but if you’re looking for proof, the only echo we hear is the hum of a failing light bulb.